learning how to use my fingers to open you up, to find out how i can scour your mind for the things you only keep for these four walls, i want to scavenge for remnants of something you lost so i can learn to replicate it for when we role play and i help you pretend you still have me
overrun with skin, i'm too drunk on your tongue, warm and wet and too much, you like trying to hear what i sound like when i'm tender, we try a bit too hard to breathe through our ribs sometimes
veins are bulging through so many layers of fabric, too much clothing, tearing it off and creating abstract art on your carpet while creating a new genre of music from behind your teeth, can you use your teeth a bit more? i like the way it hurts when we feel
everlasting i try to tell you, the pink tile of your bathtub has heard more than your own ears, we can't really handle this much heartbreak, like when we learned a routine on each other's ripe fleshy fruit, it's too much to handle
how do you spell what we call love, darling? i've tried to write it out on the kitchen table, it just gets lost on a screen that's getting us wasted on static electricity (we make sure to record how we think love should be felt)
